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Mike Gagnon

Skidsville

Synopsis

In a thick air of desperation, this book tells the story of a dark and doomed hero, driven by an unstoppable urge to unveil the truth behind his mother’s death and correct the wrong done. Years later and living like an outcast, Joey’s only ambition in life is to prove his father’s innocence and escape his life of crime, once and for all. However, fate seems to be full of irony and Joey will now have to pay a high price…As he slowly puts the missing pieces of the puzzle together, he only wishes he had left the crime unsolved. Written by comic creator Mike Gagnon, a passionate and established author (Marvel, Dark Horse), this story offers an intriguing read, with a dark hero, who might just have to pay penance for his actions.

Author Insight

Skidsville

Skidsville: Heavy with the fog of time, Skidsville tells the story of a dark and doomed hero, driven by an unstoppable urge to unveil the truth be-hind his mother’s death and correct the wrong done.
Written by comic creator Mike Gagnon, a passionate and established author (The Island of Dr. Morose, Deadpool Corps.: Rank and Foul), this story offers an intri-guing read, with a dark hero, who might just have to pay penance for his actions.

Book Excerpt

Skidsville

So in honor of family day, before I meet with the largest mob boss in the city, my girlfriend’s dad, I’ve decided to visit my own.

I slowly walk up to the large, dark brick building, staring up at the gothic stonework and archways that tower over the entrance.

A few minutes later I’ve cleared security and entered a room full of stiff plastic chairs and glass dividers. My father, Bill, holds a phone behind a pane of bulletproof glass. He looks like an older, sadder version of me. An older, skinnier, wrinkly, shorter-haired, sadder version of me.

“It’s nice to see you Joey, I didn’t expect you today,” my dad says into the phone.

My father and I stare at each other through the glass of the kiosk, like two sides of the same coin.

I take an awkward glance around at the other people visiting inmates in the room and the guards that stand watch over it all. I tap the receiver against my head for a few seconds before I can look at my father and speak.

“Well, it is family day,” I say with a half-hearted chuckle.

My father leans forward, his hand on the glass, struggling to hold back his emotions.

“Thank you son, you’re all I have left ever…ever since…your mother…,” he manages with a shaky voice.